Barely big enough to stay
The little lamb lay quietly
Among the cattle's hay
And when his virgin mother
Kissed his precious face
For the very first time
Man touched God's holy grace
Messiah sent from Heaven
Bring him francansince and mere
Bow down before his cradle
For he's come to make you pure
The innocent fingers
Which clinched his mother's close
Were meant to bare a tree
With the nails that he chose
The infant king's sweet brow
Would never touch a golden crown
'Cause his was meant for berry's thorns
This was the very first time God came down